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In her divine grace,

she goes seeking to reclaim

every dream and regret,

every fool upon the path.

She searches for the white lilies,

the rain that falls into the sea,

the new phrase when kissing

her mouth, with all its style.

She weaves softly on the linen.

She pleads for reasons to forget,

she sows stories that when told

prevail upon the path.

For she does not want destiny,

which ungrateful knocks at her door,

to see her sad, though resolved,

to finish now her sighs.

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Versión en español:

Ella, en su gracia divina

va buscando reclamar

cada sueño y pesar

cada idiota en el camino.

Busca los lirios albinos,

la lluvia que cae al mar,

la nueva frase al besar

su boca, con todo estilo.

Teje suave sobre el lino

ruega causas de olvidar

siembra historias que al contar

prevalecen en el camino.

Pues no quiere que el destino

que ingrato toca a su puerta

la vea triste, aunque resuelta,

a acabar ya sus suspiros.

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